The End of The End

It's funny how we can take love and never give it back.

I can only hope there is someone out there for me.

Because I lie awake questioning what love really is.

And I wonder what it has in store for me.

I get hurt so easily.

But I can hurt them back just as quick.

It was never about revenge...

It was about having the assurance that he was for me.

In the end he left me guessing.

And in the end of the end he left me anyway.

I wonder if he would ever come back...

Or if I am even worth coming back to.